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[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Put a stain on a nigga if he
Squat made the beat
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I get money and you don’t, I just did like five platinums in a row
I’m that nigga, no cappin’, I’m a goat
All these niggas flow jackin’ and I know
And your bitch layin’, yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin’ ass nigga in a Benz seat
And your girlfriend keep plottin’ on my wishlist
Have her stuck, yeah, had to stuff her in a frenzy

[Refrain: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Ooh, she love it, fuckin’ and suckin’ dick, yeah
Now she trippin’, talkin’ ’bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bum giffies
Split it fifty-fifty with my (Yeah, woah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah (Woah)
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah (Woah)
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah (Woah)
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
And you know that’s all it take to get a nigga smoked and that’s a fact
I be nuttin’ quick like I’m a virgin, when we fuck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey ’cause New York don’t like the strap
We make the nigga front us thirty and we ran off with the sack (Nah, keep going, keep going)
Lil’ nigga, you asked to get it (Ha)
Bitch, I’ve been the best since a kid in the neighborhood, wasn’t playin’ tag with niggas (Let’s go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates so the tags was different (Yeah, bitch)
And I used to fuck on the sixes and the sevens, now we fuck the baddest bitches (Ten)
I’ma go get the bag, I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t into goin’ outside with niggas (Uh, uh)
And I ain’t gon’ out sad ’bout a bitch, I got hoes on my dick that be tryna harass a nigga (Yeah)
That lil’ nigga ain’t goin’ for shit, they gon’ come with them sticks, we gon’ pull up and smash on niggas (Bitch)
See the look on my face, think I’m laughin’, nigga?
Last nigga to play, know what happened, nigga?
They know I—

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Intro: From The Manchurian Candidate]
Oh you note-takers might set down a reminder to consult… (Metal)
…experiments in the hypnotic production of antisocial and self-injurious behaviour

[Verse 1: Ka]
I love blindly and hate with a focus
That define me, no fake could approach us
Believe in my ace, no faith in the jokers
Was praying late in ’88, taking them chokers
Thieving benjis, not even pennies safely in loafers
Forbidden living in the place full of roaches
Did A to Z, then agency, threw eighths to the hopeless
Went from bagging and dragging magnums to making a opus
Dumb hood, never understood caking with no risk
Shots peeling, not civilian, it’s blatant we soldiers
A rock climber, got drama breaking them boulders
Drive a smooth ride, pimps taking the motor
Told from jump, bump mine, pump on the front line
Rolled alone, not from a sober home, couldn’t unwind
Plans for static, if mans ain’t have it I brung mine
Dip in gold slippers, sifting cokes, calling one-time
We ride in fear, lotta years if cops caught us
Blocks forage, if not would’ve jotted in locked quarters
Sword the flock orders on board with top scorers
Props in here, call me papa bear, this hot porridge
Righteous bars, as far as your syntex, it’s insects
A raw writer, more spider you can’t spin next
Crime is how mind reward a doubt
Times are drought, climb that water spout
Itsy bitsy, slung to get crispy
Almost choked in the web spun to fix me
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain

[Interlude]
Comrade, we thank you
If we may proceed with the demonstration

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]:
Grip the eagle in the green Regal
Live illegal, deceitful
Get the cream, I got a sweet tooth
Bend your queen up like a cheap boot
Creep through, one piece, that’s not a ski-suit
Squeeze a few, I heard geese flew
Keep a freak, at least two
Turn the weak beef to BBQ to get GQ
My unique hue, make bitches rock something that’s see-through
Time heals, reveal the pineal
Tires peel, YSL, you know the game, buy and sell
Got crack under the nails, Chanel, pink champale
Pelle Pelle mademoiselle, CL, left a chem trail
For intel, rinse your skin cell
Eighty-foot yacht with the windsail
Begin the tale, now let the wind tell
Then slide up in your femme fatale with G-E-L
Might wanna keep that on the DL

[Outro]
You say this man has been built as an assassin (Metal)

[Intro]
Hitmaka
OG Parker

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1: Marlo & Offset]
On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f**kin’ on the set, yeah (Smash)
When I flex, yeah (Flex)
VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin’ wet, yeah)
I’m the shit, get a plumber
Runnin’ through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin’ in the city (Flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Marlo]
Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin’, super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin’ collect
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin’ wet, yeah)
Hit ’em with that wet wet (Wet wet)
I’ll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank but he ain’t there yet
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain’t there yet (Nah)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m in love as long as you spend it (Period)
Super wet, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different

[Verse 3: Offset]
Soakin’ wet (Yeah, splash)
Spend the check (Spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet
(Ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I’m spendin’ the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)
Yeah, she soakin’ (Splash)
Pussy fat, it’s poking (Poking)
Let me bust it open (Open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin’ and I cannot focus (Clappin’)
I’m havin’ that shit, I be loaded (Havin’)
Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’?
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1]
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes
My body it get chilly, when I rock my jewels
I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues
Baby I can’t dance, but my diamonds can
So many Franklin’s in my pocket, bust the rubber band
Chillin on a fifth, I think I’m bro-man
If I can’t f**k yo bitch, then my brother can
My main girl said she don’t go with me, I don’t give a f**k
I got all kinds of hoes
White Pradas black shoe strings, these bitches looking like dominoes
Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze
I hit her once, then we switch hoes
Y’all switch things, switch jeans
I been handcuffed since I was 16
In a Gucci tee, and it’s kinda tight
Rat bitch, say I’m dressing white
Just mad she ain’t spend the night
Tell her head first, then she get the pipe
Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo
Any nigga try to rob me, he a jackass like Steve-O

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

[Verse 2]
White girl tryna smoke me one
With a choosin bitch, and I’m the chosen one
Give y’all niggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one
All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don’t know what color let me open one
Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it’s that over ton
That’s no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie
I’m high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL
With a model bitch, and she shy as hell
She don’t speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep
If you don’t work, you don’t eat
Niggas starving like Marvin, see more green nigga then it’s sparking
Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin
If the blunt rolled, then I spark it
Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it
My bitch mad cause I’m high again, her legs spread and I’m diving in
No peek-a-boo
Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I’m peeking through

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Play this song

[Intro: Solo Lucci]
Foreign money
[?] don’t wanna be that nigga, yeah
So fuck ’em

[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
I told my momma “Fuck a job, shit I’m trappin’, I done got in too deep” (I did)
Never follow rules, shit, that’s cool, shit wasn’t really meant for me (No)
Ever since the day granny died, it fucked me up mentally (Damn)
So I stay strapped up ready to ride on all of my enemies (Woo, woo)
Young niggas’ll shoot on the block just tryna get famous (Brrrt, brrrt)
It’s only one rule on the block, don’t sell dope to strangers (Oh no)
Hunnid ’round yo’ [?], you not really good at [?] (You better)
‘Cause they gon’ do the [?], they guapin’, how could you blame ’em? (I’m like)
Fuck ’em (Fuck ’em), fuck that bitch [?] don’t trust ’em (No)
Got the type of [?]
I’ma be skeetin’ Robitussin (Woo)
Then wake up and make a [?] (Yeah)
That lil’ bitch know about this thuggin’ (Rich)
Speak to him forever, hold your peace
[?] ain’t no ho in me (No)
See, niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but when it get gangsta, they hide (They hide)
They walk in the [?] like gangstas, but that’s a disguise (That’s a disguise)
I remember the days when I used to slap niggas for lyin’ (Niggas for lyin’)
But I ain’t the same nigga I was and you better thank God (Woah)
‘Cause these niggas pussy, they pussy
Chop a nigga [?]
Hop out on foot (Damn), smoke a nigga like kush (Woah)
And I ain’t sayin’ I’m a killer (Woo)
Well, pussy nigga, don’t push (Oh no)
I’ma trapper turnt rapper, it’s gon’ cost a half a bird just to book (Brrr, brrr)
For real (No, no, no, no, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey, hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I been takin’ Miley Cyrus, yeah (Thugger)
Even when I’m not geeked up, bitch, I’m still ridin’ (Rrrr, rrrr)
All my niggas [?] that nigga down (Yeah)
Dressed in all black like I’m Batman, all my niggas ridin’ (Yeah)
Stack that cash and get yo’ niggas up the street (Swear)
I’m just in the ‘yo, but I still got a hunnid racks on me
I had a Cutlas tinted tints, you can’t see me (No seein’)
As you can see, I just made Stevie Wonder [?] (What?)
I’m standin’ on the mothafuckin’ block with a rock in my pants, yeah
I know some
[?] had dog food before Ralo (What?)
Back when we was tryna kill each other with hollows
Ooh, I wore Fubu before a coupe (Wh-what?)
I was taught to get [?] for your [?] (New [?])
I know some of my words are twisted ’cause these screws (You dig?)
Don’t forget I paid a hunnid racks for these, too (127)
If you play with my crew, all I’ma tell you is–

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
(No, no, no, no, no) No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding, no)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Outro: Young Thug]
I got you, fool
Fuck is you thinkin’, nigga?
Yeah, real YSL shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my big 40 make sure all y’all stay shawty, bitch

Play this song

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Fishtailin’ down the parking lot of Magic City (Skrrt)
Penthouse, woke up in a mansion bedroom full of bitches (In a mansion)
Snitches get stitches, we put chopper bullets through your tissue (Brrrr)
And that don’t mean that you real because you got a pistol (It don’t)
I do this shit for my niggas (My niggas), all of my niggas official (Official)
All of my niggas tote pistols (Pistols), all of my niggas be killin’ (Killin’)
All of my niggas drug dealin’
Came from the trap, I could barely sleep
On that molly, I could barely eat
Just popped a percocet to get on my feet
Feds in the spot screamin’ “Get on yo’ knees!” (Duke)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 2: Losie]
Some of this shit we do, it’s not illegal (It’s illegal)
I’ma do this shit for my people (For my people)
If I don’t got it, I’m lookin’ out the peephole (Out the peephole)
And if she don’t do it right, I’ma teach her (Woah)
I won’t fuck the bitch, she a [?] (Woah, woah)
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they fake (No way)
Break the brick down, just bag (Bag it up)
They hatin’, nigga, don’t laugh (Woo)
I’m on fire, nigga, no match
And I hit the bitch, she pass (Pass)
‘Bout the money, nigga, I’m a assassin (What?)
YSL scorin’ baskets (Los’)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 3: Cheat Code]
I swear the money stickin’ to me like velcro (Like velcro)
Them crackers gave my partner [?] the people’s elbows (The people’s elbows)
They peep the way I’m startin’ to sell, bro, [?] the elbow
And if you built like you say, why you tell, bro? (Then why you tell?)
But it told on [?], this shit hell, bro (But this shit hell)
I still remember when I was sittin’ in that cell, bro (Sittin’ in that cell)
I swear to God I’m a product of my environment (My environment)
I swear to God I don’t care what them [?] (Fuck ’em)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 4: Wicced]
I just took a loss (Shit), but homie get that shit back (Let’s get it)
My cousin got a 20 (Fuck), he say he gon’ get that shit back (Yeah)
And if I take yo’ shit (Nah), nigga, you ain’t gettin’ shit back (Cash)
Yeah, we really with it (Ha), bitch, we really with it (With it)
Grindin’ like a motherfucker tryna get some digits (Money)
Cold hearted motherfucker, yeah, my heart is frigid (Sheesh)
But I got that skillet (Buck), I will make you feel it (Yeah)
I been in all red lately, Slugger say “Let’s get it” (Let’s get it)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 5: Gunna]
I’m with the squad, with my boys, these my fuckin’ niggas (My fuckin’ niggas)
I’m goin’ hard to the core, we gon’ get them millions (Gon’ get them millions)
Weigh them bands on a scale, whip it in the kitchen (Whip it in the kitchen)
Free the real, all my niggas in the penitentiary (Free my niggas)
All these bands up in the spot, my trap done got too hot (The trap done got too hot)
My phone keep ringin’, it won’t stop, my wrist stay in the pot (Wrist stay in the pot)
I be workin’ through the night, I walk ’round with a knot (I walk ’round with a knot)
Servin’ in and out (In and out)
We workin’ through a drought (We workin’ through a drought)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

Play this song

Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man. Boat

Play this song

[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben

Play this song

[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, I’m watching my homie ‘nem play pool, that nigga just did a bad ass shot, kid
Yeah, and I also got a young lady in here with me, I think she tryna steal me, ‘naam sayin’?
Know what I’m sayin’? And heal me from my pain
Supah Mario
Rain!

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me (Yeah)
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Had a lot of niggas mad, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Yeah)

[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Sheesh)
Yeaaaaahhhhh….. (Swea, ah, ah)
Ma-ma-man, homie (Ah!)
Ma-man, homie (Yeah)
Ma-ma-man, homie

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She diggin’ my time like a bezel (Ah)
No Maison Margiela, my diamonds blingin’, and my Rollie is gold like a treasure
Aye, I used to get like ten thousand a show, now my diamonds are bigger than pebbles
Smokin’ on that moonrock, baby, I’ma climb it like I know Khaled
Spent a hunnid bands on my belt, yeah, yeah
Hey, my slime down in Yo got an F&N and he will chop
Yeah, he gon’ let that bit’ ride, dirty a nigga T-shirt and chop down, yeah
Shirt look like swag ’til you seen his ass on Channel 5, yeah
I took two birds from him, ever since then, I been fly, yeah

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, the bullets hit a nigga dome
That pussy wet like a sink
Yeah, yeah, nigga know it, can’t afford it
New Orleans, I’ma go Saint (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, don’t talk, yeah, yeah
Take me to church, I wan’ sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, diamonds blingin’ like I got baptized

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Yeah, I been eatin’, she’s feeding lies, yeah
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
I tell y’all on that Vicky powder, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Don’t tell me you boutta eat, then get no fries, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Sike! I’ma take them hoes out for a good bite, yeah
Yeah, that’s diamonds on me, and they bling like a knight, yeah
Yeah, I’m the principal, baby, take my advice, yeah
Yeah, baby, I’m the prince, I was gon’ take your life, yeah (Boom boom)
I know who I… (Yeah)
Know who I am (I know it)
Don’t like me? (Know it)
Yeah, if you were broke, I wouldn’t like me either, yeah
Ah, I said I don’t like Queen Latifah, yeah (Brrrrr)
Yeah, I’ma serve him like the zebra, uh, yeah (Ice)
Fuck them black and white diamonds on my muhfuckin’ lever, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, a nigga caught runnin’, booked, nigga bolt, nigga pleads, ooh
Got, got books on my muhfuckin’ pocket phone book, nigga pagin’, yeah (What?)
Yeah, hmph, hah

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
1500 dollars on some maids, expensive
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
And I’m, and I’ma tell her like a boss
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Yeah, and I’ma fuck a nigga mom, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, and I’ma drink her like a sauce
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, baby I’m not the father
Yeah, but I’ll take care of your daughter
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I know udigg what I’m sayin’, and that’s coming from the heart
I know you don’t know about it baby, you know more
Yeah, you goin’ slow, but, yeah, you oh so smart (Hey)
Yeah, they think you dead, but you right on their ass like boy, boy
Back the fuck up off my big homie like boy, boy (Boy)
I’ma let that Tommy hit tummies like tuh, tuh, yeah, ah
Bitch, I’m the Presi, fuck Barack, yeah
Yeah, how many businesses was closin’ shop? Yeah
Nah, we don’t care nothing bout no cop, dog
Ah, fifteen hunnid for these cups, they art, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah
Hunnid thousand for the art, yeah
Yeah, not going steady, Rocko air it

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Ah, choppa on ready
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Ah, call me the bomb
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Chop, my i over there, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Bentley

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Ooh, slatt
Sleep one eye open like I’m a Fetty, yeah
Climb in a tree and they ready like spaghetti, yeah
Playin’ with Slime, we Belly, yeah
I was tryna live, yeah
She said she don’t wanna play no games, no Anne Jackson (Woo, aye)
Baby come with a muhfuckin’ dress, yeah (Drippin’ swag)
Ah, and I’ma shoot it on your chest, better have a vest, ah, yeah (Eskeddit)
I’m playin’ around with your feelings, yeah (Yeah)
I’ma take you all of them places (Take you all around the world)
Turn your ass up ’cause you deserve it (Said I want you, want you girl)
Ah, no Future, but I’m the future
I’m the teacher, baby, you the tutor, yeah (Yeah)
Ah, money longer than the world’s longest room, tuh, yeah (Swea, swea)
Ah, playin’ with YSL, niggas gon’ shoot you, yeah (Boom, boom)
R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh bro, yeah (R.I.P. Bankroll)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hot boy)
Aye (Thugger, aye)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Aye (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Aye (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye (Yeah)
Aye! Aye! Hey! (Yeah, yeah)
Hey! (Yeah)
Hey (Yeah, yeah)
Aye! (Yeah)
Hey (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 5: Young Thug]
Me and Stafa having fun, yeah
‘Cause it ain’t no fun when a rabbit gotta go, yeah
I’ma feed that bitch, then give her trunk (Racks)
Yeah, I’ma put a Rollie on her arm, yeah (Rollie, Rollie)
Put a iced-out YSL right on her charms, yeah (Swea)
Baby, told ’em don’t need them, I’m the one (One)
Yeah, two door, not the, ah, three, I keep forgettin’, yeah
But I got four doors, yeah
Fuck cameras, ah, fuck the Po-Po, yeah
Oh no, yeah
They coming to the door, flush the shit right now, come on, yeah

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah! (Yeah)

[Verse 6: Young Thug]
Beast mode, yeah (Hey)
Hunnid thousand, ain’t no cheat code
I can’t talk cheap, one-twenty-seven on my teeth, uh (On God)
Yeah, bitch, I’m bleedin’, look, I’d D-I-E, uh (Swea, woo)
Yeah, nigga, all my partnas rollin’ Cs, yeah (Rollin’ crip!)
Big ol’ dinosaur Bs (Blatt, blatt!)
Right behind ’em (What?)
Yeah, all this ice on, baby, heat could find me (I see it)
Just look where it’s light at (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I won’t buy that, uh (Yeah)
I just go in and bite that, yeah
I might wake up wearin’ it, yeah (Yeah)
I don’t give no fuck ’bout your past, yeah (Aye)
I’m not Lil Wayne, and fuck that nigga, but I gotta take your ass there (Woah, say it)
I don’t care if you fucked the whole world, that’s before me and you, yeah
Oh, oh, free Unfunk, Dulu, yeah (Free Unfunk, yeah)
Ride me like a goose, yeah (Like a goose, yeah)
Chicken-limb coupe, yeah (Racks, skrt!)
Double-R with no roof, yeah (Woop, woop, woop)
Racin’ down the street, nigga flyin’ by high-speed, yeah (Whew, whew)
Yeah, makin’ other rappers on time, yeah
Film while ridin’ with broads, yeah (Yeah)
All my niggas here like a beat, yeah (Yeah)
NoPlug pull up, nigga park, yeah
Pull up to the nine, nigga, blood, yeah
Pull up and it’s fire like a pot, yeah (Pot)
All a nigga’s diamonds gettin’ large, yeah
All my niggas playin’ like a child, yeah, ah (Skrt skrt)
300 shit, nigga, why I sucked at law? Yeah (What?)
300 shit like Lil Durk with no tar, yeah (Yeah)
Lyor, you keep playin’, I’ma pull your card, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Let that breathe
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Lemme talk to the ladies for a minute, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Let’s go
(Yeah)

[Verse 7: Young Thug]
Don’t leave me (Don’t leave)
Receive me (Receive)
Believe in me (Believe)
Come and achieve with me (Achieve)
Yeah, come bleed with me (Come bleed with me)
Go ‘n’ dye your hair red (Yeah, dye it)
You heard what Gucci said (Free Guwop)
These niggas rock how I be (They rock)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Aye this shit so good, I can’t just say that once)
Yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She grinnin’ ’cause she like the way I swag it
Yeah, I just told lil mama I’m not average (Born with it)
Yeah, I got her dead ballin’ like a bastard, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Plaid it
Call her truancy, but baby girl ain’t classy, yeah (Hah, hah)
Yeah, you the baddest (Baddest)
I don’t give no fuck if you’ve got baby daddies
Aye, I’ma put you in that ’16 ‘cLaren (Skrt)
Yeah, I learned to turn the f… factories off and put on Davins
Yeah, shout out to Migos, they be dabbin’ (Dab)
Yeah, shout out to Peewee, man, we trappin’, yeah (Yeah)
I’m drinkin’ lean, hey (Lean, lean, lean)
I don’t ball, no dee, yeah

[Verse 8: Young Thug]
But I take the Molly, yeah (Wait)
I told her I would stop, but I’m sorry (I’m sorry)
I just can’t, yeah, that money in the back, yeah (Yeah)
Bae eye on the bank, yeah (What)
I got like a blank, yeah (How much?)
Where the crip? He ain’t there
My bitch, she’d have banged, yeah (Bang)
My bitch, she so dangerous
My bitch, she so bad
My bitch, she so av’ (Huh?)
Oops, I meant no (Yeah)
No, my bitch ain’t no average hoe
Least a classy hoe, oh yeah, yeah, yo
And her circle small like Cheerio, oh, oh, yo (Hey)
Now you know, niggas, oh no, no, no (Oh)
I ain’t writing now, oh yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You so fine, baby, here, baby, go ‘n’ have my child (Ooh)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m ready, like I’m spaghetti, yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah (So ready, ready, I’m ready)
Udigg? (R-E-A-D-Y, baby, I’m ready)
Udigg? (Yeah)
Haha (Pop a perky and get ready)
Real spit!

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me (Dora)
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Talk to ’em, slime)
(Uh) And she said that was good, on hood, yeah (*sips lean*)
Woah
Woo! (Woah)

[Verse 9: Young Thug]
I wanna see you twerk! Ah (Twerk, twerk)
I wanna buy them purses, yeah (Purses)
You make me mad, I’m gettin’ the Birkin, yeah (Yeah, aye)
80k, baby, ain’t discouraged, yeah (Scheme)
I can spend it, bae, you’re so worth it (So worth it)
I, know you, baby, you are so perfect (Woah) to me
Fuck what they say, bae, you gon’ twerk it (Woah) for me (Me)
I give that stick you gon’ go burst it (Ah) for me (Yeah)
‘N’ I eat that pussy like Starbursts (*slurp*) oowee (Yeah)
Wee, oowee
I know you like to see that, teeth on your lip, yeah (Yeah)
I eat that pussy ’til it dip, I see that dip, yeah (I can see)
I, I don’t wanna fall asleep, I ain’t gon’ dip, yeah (I’ll never sleep)
I might pull off and leave some chips, yeah (Skrt skrt)
I cannot get nervous, ah (Nah)
I spent ten thousand on a purse, yeah (Fendi, Louis, Gucci)
I ain’t gay, boy, that’s a male bag, yeah (Chanel)
Big ol’ bloody red rag, yeah (Blatt, blatt, blatt)

[Verse 10: Young Thug]
Race the Jag (Woo)
Bought the foreign right after that (And what?)
Then I break that back, look what caused that (Woah)
Uh, so I’m riding with my driver (Money)
2017 Cadillac on buyers, yeah (Swea, yeah)
I go all night like a cypher, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m 100%, no liar, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
If I’m horny, bae, I can buy her, yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)
I get rid of her when I’m tired, yeah
But mostly like, yeah
I meant, but most likely I won’t ’cause I like your donk, yeah
I like your trunk, yeah
I put money in your ears, money in your front, yeah
I put veneers right inside your fuckin’ mouth, yeah
So you can look like Baby when you fuckin’ smile, yeah
I know I am the truth, I am a wild child, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, I’m all yours, yeah (Woah)
I cannot be all y’all’s, yeah (Ah, ah)
But I’m a big dog, yeah (Big dog, yeah, cash)
This bitch like logs, yeah (Uhh, bitch)
I came for two and y’all there (I swea)
Ooh, yeah
I gave a few and y’all in there (Haha, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, G5 I put you in the air (Shh, pfff)
Yeah, tell ’em put a stripper plug in there (Ah, pew)
Shoot a video, yeah, nigga (Ah)
Touch down like I’m Julio, Falcon, nigga (Brr)
I just seen him in the Jefferies, these are thousands, nigga (Yeah)
He just cashed out, yeah
Ask that nigga ’bout me (Yeah)
I spent 50 bands (Ah)
Bitch, I’m not the topic (Woah)
Yeah, pshh, ooh, ah (Do it like that)
My bitch the hottest, oh yeah, pshh, ooh (Whatchu tell ’em?)
We like Bonnie & Clyde, oh yeah, ooh (Yeah)

[Verse 11: Young Thug]
One more time, free them folks, Unfunk! (Yeah)
I listen to that R. Kelly, “I Wish” (I Wish)
Then I cry like a little bitty fuckin’ bitch, yeah
But I love my brother, believe I really miss him (Real talk)
I swear there’s no other, I’d give you all this shit, yeah (Yeah, you can have it all)
I’d give it all up to see him
I wanna see my mama’s face when she gon’ see him, ah (Big Duck)
I know these pussy niggas trippin’, they wanna see you, yeah (They wanna see you)
They tryna stop you ’cause they know you like the Beatles, yeah (Beatles)
But they forgot that your lil brother out, and he Thugger
Yeah, I got that Ruga and a Reega (Pull it)
I told you, yeah, yeah (Buh)
I, I’ll pop at your top ’bout my soldier, yeah (Pop it)
Yeah, that’s my round like I’m from New Orleans, yeah
Yeah, yeah, crack baby, yeah, yeah (What?)
But I wasn’t born in the ’80s, oh, baby, yeah, yeah
I wasn’t even born up at Grady’s, no, no, yeah, yeah
Ten thousand couch in the apartment, my mama had me pick, ooh, damn (True)
I-I came out with a few things, ooh, da-damn (It’s true, yeah, aye)
Yeah, I had diamonds in my skin, yeah, mmh, yeah (Swea)
Elm Elementary, I’m the prince (Thugger, show it)
Yeah, how I got in trouble? I ain’t never do this (Man, fuck, yeah)
I ranned off from ’em, and they say I’m missing (Yeah, bye)
But, bae, your son just out here strictly pimpin’, ooh (What, chuch)
Yeah, I’m just gettin’ ’em digits, yeah (Racks, cash)
Fell in love like I’ll fuck that Benjie (Hah, hah)

[Verse 12: Young Thug]
My nigga kickin’ it, yeah (Kickin’ it)
My baby girl gettin’ it (Gettin’ it, gettin’ it)
Know you want to say her name, hhh
But you can’t, ’cause that’s… pain
To these other hoes, yeah (Yeah)
Kick ’em out the door, yeah
Anybody more, yeah
I want you for sure, yeah (Yeah)
I don’t want no bitches, yeah (Yeah)
Give ’em to the bros, yeah (Yeah)
I just want the money, yeah (Yeah)
I just buy them clothes, yeah, uh (Racks, nigga, guap!)
I just buy them cars, yeah (Bentley, blatt, woah, can’t stop!)
I can’t stand them broads, yeah (Big, big guap)
I do it for my girls and broad, yeah (Yeah)
I do it for my lil girls and my little boy, yeah (Yeah)
Ah, crib and a hunna thousand on toys, yeah (Toys, let’s bounce)
Ah, Easter huntin’, baby, thousand for you (Twenty bitch)
Charles Barkley, baby, ballin’, oh yeah (Racks)
Ah, Michael Jordan, nigga, no Yeezy, yeah, breezy
I get them racks, yeah I get cheese, you believe me (Yeah)
That fetty, moolah, and the cash, and the cash talk (Cash)
Yeah, hit him in his back, watch his ass walk (Boom)
Pussy nigga gettin’ chalked, bring him out his red (Chalk)
Tell my niggas we not done ‘fore dumb nigga’s dead
Run up on your closes, he can’t even just push weight (On God)
I wan’ see your brains everywhere, then send some pics (Woo)
Yeah, shit get real drastic, nigga, playin’ with that red tape
Nigga chickened out, nigga
Free my muhfuckin’ (Ah) dog, and I ain’t even nasty, nigga (Woah)
He down to Smith, yeah
Climb in it like wheel’, yeah
He down to Smith, prison, I’m not talkin’ Will, yeah, ah (Woah, woah)
Foreigns need them big ol’ fuckin’ wheels, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Twenty-eights like a fuckin’ ferris wheel, yeah (Skrrrt)
I be skatin’ through your bitches, how’d I deal, yeah (Skrrt)
Where that there? Right around my bro got killed, yeah (Bennie, yeah)
Ever since then, motherfuck there, yeah (There, on dead, yeah)
Ah, you niggas know the fuckin’ deal, yeah (The dealings, oh yeah, yeah)
He killed my brother, then his ass got killed, yeah (I saw my mama cry)
Locked me up, I got appealed, yeah, ah (Cash)
I’m on that Molly and a pill, yeah (Runnin’ still)
I don’t wan’ sign no fuckin’ deal, yeah (I don’t want no deal)
I don’t be wantin’ no more familia, yeah (I want something real)

[Verse 13: Young Thug]
I want my bitch that ain’t familiar (For real)
I wanna give that bitch a million, ah (Yeah)
I wanna show that bitch some bread, yeah (Lil bitch)
But she gotta be so relentless, yeah (She what?)
I put them gangstas inside them skinnies, yeah (“How you a G?”)
This beat better stop, I ain’t never ending (Yeah)
I swear (Swea)
You better cut it, boy, you know it (Cut it)
Yeah, I bought baby girl a Rollie (Rollie, Rollie)
Yeah, iced out, and I bought it for my homie (Homie)
Yeah, Ice Box got all of my brodies (Buy from him!)
Yeah, Elliante, that’s my jeweler, spoil me (Elliante, aye, hey!)
Yeah, I got that one of one, no shortage (Elliante!)
You can’t get that, they cannot remake that, yeah
But you can go to him and they can fake that, yeah, ah (Yeah)
But they know they takin’ that shit way back, yeah, ah (They know)
I was buyin’ on Bleveland where them folks flex, yeah
Bleveland slow, they lost Duke and then lil Bukk, yeah, hhh
Put that bit’ right in a buck, yeah, ah (Buck, uh, uh)
Hit this club and throw some bucks, yeah (Throw it, throw it, throw it)
Fuck on me, oh, bae, I’m buff, yeah (I just throw it, throw it)
Try to play and good luck, yeah (And try to boom)
I’m so tired, I give up, yeah (Man, I swear to swear)
But I don’t give up on your love, yeah (Don’t give up on your love)
You said you can’t go too far, yeah (Can’t go too far)
‘Cause he got you, but I got you, I can spoil you (Spoil you, I can)
A little more, and then my bro, but I’m for sure, ah (Fasho)
You know I got it on the low, this ain’t no hoe (Cash)
I got a black card, and that muhfucker say, “Woah,” yeah (It does)
I am a Zoe, bitch, I’m a z, ah, eater (Tu, tu, ah, fa, fa)
I be smoking pounds of that reefer (Ah)
Yeah, diamonds dancing, can’t move my speaker
Diamonds had a nigga loud like a beeper (Beep)
Yeah, Dora got me some loud like a… Yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, Dora got me some loud like a… Yeah (Speak up)
Dora got me some loud like a beeper, yeah (Beeper, yeah)
I can’t wait to see you (See you)
Slash that, I can’t wait to be you (Aye)
I can’t wait to treat you (Aye)
I can’t wait to fuck you (I can’t)
I can’t wait to suck you, yeah (Oh, I can’t)
Pussy out, ah, yeah (Yeah)
Act up, and I’ll (Oh yeah)
Kick you out the spot, yeah ([?])
With a hunnid thousand, yeah

[Verse 14: Young Thug]
Give you the keys to the mansion, yeah (Mansion)
You can ride ’round that motherfucker, Marilyn Manson, yeah (Black out the Rollie, on God!)
You can call all of your friends, and then they come dancing, yeah (Come party, on God!)
I pull up with fifteen bills and then throw them bands in, yeah (I wan’ party, hey!)
I throw like twenty thousand bands inside my house like it was the club, yeah (What? Woo!)
I swear to God, if I’m lying, I can be a dub, yeah (Ooh)
You can ask them bitches up at Follies, boy, they love us (Ah, love!)
YSL, I’m bangin’ it ’til I’m in the dust, yeah (Ah, slatt!)
Even when I’m in the dust, I’m bangin’ it (Swea)
Yeah, before this rap shit, bitch, I had some stains in it (‘Fore)
Yeah, I was standin’ on Bleveland, nigga, bangin’ it (On God)
We were shootin’ at niggas, gettin’ shot at, nigga, ranger shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, but ain’t no anger shit (Yeah)
I stacked it up (Yeah)
I got a whole lot of free to give away balls, yeah (Let’s go)
I know Lil Chicken on that E, waiting on [?], yeah
She smoke that dope, her old man just died of some cancer (R.I.P. M[?])
I pulled up on her, I remember her, no answer (I remember)
I gave that bitch a thousand dollars, told her, “Baptist, ([?])
Take your ass down there to the church and go get seen’d about (Seen)
You just seen your boyfriend get seen’d about, yeah (R.I.P. boy)”
Baby, I bring the dream team out, yeah (Dream, dream)
Baby, I got that tartar mouth, yeah (Tartar)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Gimme five seconds, let me drink up
*sips* Hmhm
*sips* Aye, let’s get it (Yeah)
Oh, my fault, that was four seconds (What?)
Give me one more, more, muhf-, more second (What?!)

[Verse 15: Young Thug & Karlae]
Uhh, now we can start rappin’ (Start)
Yeah, I was really rich, I ain’t never trappin’ (Trap)
You been hustlin’ for ten years, that means you bad at it
I just bought my muhfuckin’ diamonds straight out a rabbit, yeah (Swea)
Hunnid xans, I popped ’em up in Nobu, yeah (Popped ’em hellio, helly)
Also, yeah (Elliante)
They know wassup (Icier than a motherfucker, yeah)
Come give me your whole heart, yeah (Brown like [?])
I won’t stop, give it up, yeah (I got more ho[l]es than Kanye clothes)
You don’t need no more, you know, yeah (You got me peepin’ out the door)
Triple-R means Really Rich Rebels (You wanna go up on a pole)
Triple-R means Really Rich Rebels (Really rich, really rich, yeah)
You heard me? (You heard me?)
I wan’ touch your face (Please don’t) (You heard me?)
She said don’t touch her face, nah
‘Cause I dun’ had my hands all over the place, yeah (Woah)
I can respect it, but you better not reject me no more
Or I’ma beat your motherfuckin’ ass, I’m not your hoe, you my hoe, for sure (Fasho)
You better know (Remember)
Yeah, write it down, take a fuckin’ note (We should FaceTime [?], hahaha)
Take a picture, I don’t give a fuck, yeah (Nah, nah, nah)
Disrespect me, put your ass in a buck, yeah (Buck, buck)
Fuck you ’til you got the hiccups
Ah, ah, ah, and my knees up (Yeah)
You don’t got no worries, baby, put your feet up (Yeah)
You got your Burberry on, baby, I see you (I see you)
Yeah, you be my mamacita (Mamacita, oh yeah)
I’ll leave my girl ’bout you, I’m for real, yeah (I’ll leave my girl ’bout you, yeah)
I do my thing, baby, I know you (I do my thing)
Go ‘n’ do your thing on the Young Thug, too (Go and do your thing, yeah)

[Interlude: Young Thug & Karlae]
Yeah, would you leave your past and come fuck with me? (I know you will)
Say you promise (Hahaha, I promise)
Say you promise on the mic (Haha, no)
Say it… Say it! (I promise)
You gotta say it louder (I promise!)

[Verse 16: Young Thug]
Yeah, she promised, ah (She promised)
Therefore, she ain’t gotta worry ’bout none, she ain’t bummin’ (No way)
If she was, oh my god, I’ma run it, yeah (Run it!)
Up to Neiman’s, baby, spend a couple hunnid, yeah (Cash)
Spend a bundle, get them Versace drawers for me (Cash)
I’d like to see you walkin’ ’round in them drawers for me (Drawers, yeah)
Yeah, I want you cookin’, do all for me (Cookin’, do all)
Yeah, I want go against all them laws with me (Against all the laws)

[Interlude: Young Thug & Karlae]
Would you go against on my boss with me? Would you?
Hmhm, what’d you say?
I got a lil drink, you said, you said [?]? [?]’s not here
Would you?

[Verse 17: Young Thug]
Yeah, she said it official like some fuckin’ tissues (Yeah)
Hah, baby girl, you know I [?] to see you (Ah, I do)
Ah, I just did the front cover to GQ (Get it right now)
Issue, yeah, ah (Get it right, get it right now, get it right now)
If he ever hit you (Get it right now)
Better not tell me ’cause me and him gon’ have some issues (Woo)
Yeah, keep it to yourself, baby
I know you’ve heard that in the world, baby (Don’t tell nobody)
I know you wanna have my girl, baby (I’d love for you to)
I know you want us to get the world crackin’, yeah (I’m making love with your body)
Gon’ and get the world crackin’, yeah (Gon’ and get the world crackin’)
Let’s gon’ and get this thing brackin’, yeah (Let’s gon’ and get this thing brackin’)
Come sleep with me
I’ll take you to the mall tomorrow, spend a lot of Gs (On God, God)
Like this shit here grow on trees, haha (Bling, bling)
You can’t believe me, yeah
Until you hit the mall, now you can’t see me (Trash)

[Verse 18: Young Thug]
Money stacked up (Yeah)
Ahh, I just might ride on the bus (Like damn)
I might come out with a fuckin’ hunnid bucks (How you feel?)
I might come out with a million dollars up, yeah (Racks, racks)
I’m not whippin’ eggs, baby (Woo)
Is it white? Lil bit yellow? It’s dope instead, baby, yeah (Instead, yeah)
You red, baby, yeah (Red, yeah)
Pshh, gimme that head, baby, yeah (Bitch, gimme that head, yeah, yeah)
Let’s do the sixty-nine, and that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (Let’s do the sixty-nine)
Let’s do the sixty-nine, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (Ain’t a dime)
You ain’t a dime, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (You hear me)
Yeah, you ain’t a dime, you ain’t that (I digg you)
Hear me? (With a golden shovel, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Hear me? (And what?)

[Verse 19: Young Thug]
When we do the sixty-nine, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime, yeah (That you ain’t a dime)
You not his no more, baby, yeah, you mine, ah (You all mine)
You’re no longer his, baby girl, you’re all mine (I swear to God)
Yeah, I treat you the same, baby, know the Lord, mine (I know the Lord, uh)
Hah, buy you everything, flood your bank account with diamonds (All you)
Do everything to you, beat you up, crying (Crying, baby)
Ah, bangin’ red like a strap, uh, yeah (Sing it)
Yeah, riding around the city on a helicopter, yeah (Skrt, skrt, yeah)
I wan’ meet your papa (I wan’ meet you)
Your mama died, I swear to God I wanna meet her, yeah (I swear I wanna meet her)
My lil brother can’t wait to see you, yeah (I’ll sing for your love)
I’ma ball ’em, they can’t dee him, yeah (I’ma take care of you, that’s love, yeah)
I’ma have him ballin’, they can’t dee him (Don’t give us up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He don’t got no phone, baby, don’t call him, you know you cannot receive him (Can’t receive)
Yeah, we going to church to get them demons off him, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Come, see by him, God (I pray that the devil go away, God)
I’ma turn him onto God (Yeah)
I turned you onto God, how dare you? (How dare you!)
Turned you onto God (Yeah, I did)
Baby, bless you (Ah, ah, Jesus)
Never stress you (Never stressin’ it)
Too beautiful, ah (Beautiful)
Got your baby hair laying right down, like oh, oh, you pitiful (I’ll never be pitiful)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Y’all girls, y’all know how to get a nigga, hahaha
You gon’ fuck ’round and get you a kid from a nigga (Get you a kid, yeah)
Yeah, you gon’ fuck ’round and get blessed for the rest of your muhfuckin’ life, yeah (Your life, yeah)
You gon’ fuck ’round and get blessed ’til you muhfuckin’ die, yeah (Real pimp)

[Verse 20: Young Thug]
I know that ain’t the reason why you winded, I’m just tellin’ you gon’ be winnin’ (You win)
Fuckin’ with me (Fuckin’ with me, yeah)
Yeah, if I’m hot, baby, duck it with me (Duck it, ah, ah)
You compare, yeah, yeah, you said, baby, you was rare (Baby)
Yeah, yeah, she say she’s prepared (Yeah!)
She’s so sexy, she got on, oh she don’t really rare (She’s rare)
And I don’t know how to test it, but yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
I’ma eat it inside, I’ma eat it like a bear, yeah, yeah
I’ma eat it like a bear, money greener than my pear, uh (Eat pussy)
Me and you together, we a pair (We the pair, baby, yeah)
Baby girl, throw it in the air (On a private jet)
Your lil girl ain’t got to worry ’bout a thing, yeah (I swear to God)
I’ma buy her a lil Y-S chain, yeah (Chain, yeah)
She gon’ look my motherfuckin’ name, yeah (Like she wearin’)
Yeah (Swea, freezin’)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Aye, somebody call Ice Box, man, lemme get baby girl some, umm
Floss on the bitch, you know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)
Yeah, it cost a little digits (Bitch)

[Verse 21: Young Thug]
Yeah, you flossy, you bossy (You flossy, you bossy)
Yeah, they play with you, put ’em in coffins, and they ain’t duffles (Ba, ba, ba)
Woo, yeah, I’m cookin’ up fish and a muhfuckin’ dolphin (Woo, ah)
Yeah, I put that Dickies suit right in her muhfuckin’ closet (Ah, say it)
Yeah, I’m in red Chucks when I’m walkin’ on muhfuckin’ Slauson (Blatt, blatt, go, baby)
She tired of me rappin’, but I dare to do this thing walkin’ (Do it)
Yeah, I just bought a muhfuckin’ Bentley, I’m dealin’ with law
I pulled up a Bentley with forgies, I dare you to leave me to dead and cough (Ahh)
Damn, I just fucked it up, but I can speed it up, I can get it right back, yeah, yeah
I can get the white crack, yeah, yeah
Put the dick right in her, she came back like it was cooked crack, yeah
Ah, ah, she like, “How the fuck did you did that?” Yeah, yeah
I was like, “I was smokin’ lean and drinkin’ me some thrax,” yeah, yeah (Sheesh)
I’m different
I said I was smokin’ lean and drinkin’ some thrax, oh, wait (Yeah, ah)
I had to slow it down, yeah
‘Cause I know that you can’t catch that, yeah
There you go actin’ like a brat, brat, yeah (That’s mine)
Tell me what you want, I want a nap sack, yeah, pshh (Go)
Bend you over, fuck you from the back, back, pshh (Yeah, nigga)
Pull out your jewel tracks, I can’t afford that (Yeah, cash, yeah, ah, yeah)
Babe, you snorin’, yeah (Snorin’)
Fuck you so long, I can make you snorin’, yeah (Snore, yeah)
Her lil toes are so sexy (Sexy)
I’ma lick ’em while she my lady, yeah (Know she wet, get it right, nigga, yeah)
Looks are deceiving (Yeah)
This shit can get freaky (Aye)
This shit can get beated (No, really)
This shit can get beated up (Beat)
This shit can get nutted in (Yeah)
This shit can have strong between us (Yeah)
This shit can have all the bees (Ah)
And this bitch don’t need no friends (Ah)
I got so much money on me (Ah)
You can call them your friends (Yeah)
Baby, I’m your friend, yeah
Them are your hands
I give it to you, won’t take it back, bae, that is your end, yeah
You can know it, yeah (Woo, wooh!)
How long have I been going Staf? (Yeah, yeah)
How long have I been going Stafa? (Please, hey!)
Tell me, but don’t stop it, nigga, yeah (Can’t stop)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
How long I been going bro? (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty minutes? Huh?
I can’t hear you
Thirty minutes? (I ain’t do that, but fuck it, let’s get it, yeah)

[Verse 22: Young Thug]
I been rappin’ for thirty minutes, and that’s why baby girl tired, yeah, ah (I can’t tell)
I’ma see her when she admire me, yeah (When it’s light out)
I’ma accept her apology, yeah (Ah, suck it, yeah)
Fuck her good, and now she be stalking me, yeah (She cookin’, she lookin’)
I ain’t get killed, nigga, ain’t no coffin me, yeah (No way, no way)
Only thing I cough is when I smoke some weed, yeah, yeah (*cough*)
Ah, bumble bees in here (Brr, brr)
Mountain Dew spill it bad, aye
Two cups, yeah
Teflon, what it do, son? Yeah (Aye)
I told my bitch I want a coupon, yeah (Coupon, yeah)
I wanna fuck her on a futon
I got it out of Lennox, and it was a pretty penny, yeah (It ripped, couple grand)
I wanna see your body print all in it, yeah (All in it, yeah)
I wanna see your muhfuckin’ bitch in it, yeah (Yeah, I wanna see her)
I’ma nut, I wanna see babies swimmin’ all in you
Udigg it? I digg it (I digg it, swear)
With a golden shovel, yeah (On God)
With an iced out, not AP, but the Rollie bezel, yeah (Bling, blaow, yeah, hunnid racks)
Uh, show-n-tell it, yeah (Cash, cash)
A blind man ain’t got business all at the movies, nigga, yeah (Blind man ain’t got business)
A deaf man ain’t got no business all in a band, nigga, yeah (Deaf man ain’t go no business)
I’m just tryna count these bands, just gimme some racks, yeah, yeah (Yeah, gimme some bands, bands, bands)
Yeah, ah! (Yeah)
Agh! (Just gimme some bands, bands, bands, hey!)
Yeah…

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

(feat. Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We just be balling like Odell
I got your hoe on my coat tail
She in her feeling but oh well
We got em pants from wholesale
Running through thots in the hotel
Give em couple of hundreds for toe nails
Only time I’m crowdin (?)
They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
I was sitting in jail with no bail
I was sitting in prison getting no mail
My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
They got jack shit on him he won’t tell
06 Vette, ridin the fast lane (?)
Im on that red
Pourin it up with most disrespect
Forgiato on my cars now
I been fuckin round with the stars now
5 stars for my lineup
Give these nigga a chance but they time us
Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
Only big homie niggas can line us
Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t stop the money keep calling
VVS on my collar
Caught a body trying to dead (?)
Way she suck she a head doctor
Diggin in I got her legs lockin
Super trendy got Chanel stockings
I ain’t never had to fantasize
YSL we come and change the climate
Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
(?)
I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
I got spots like a cheetah won’t find me
Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
Pressure god only rocking the finest
I done told you the crew almighty
It’s my time I gotta remind you
If you my dog I gotta ride with you
I got you dog on whatever the issue
Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
Fuck the laws and whoever against
Know the plug I don’t go through the middle
Showing love it could all be so simple
I’m a giant remember I used to be little
Getting paid, I don’t need no credentials

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I got I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Intro: Smokepurpp & A$AP Ferg]
Lil Purpp
Ayy
I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars
Nigga want beef, he could get smoke, like a cigar
I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star
Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs
Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain
My Fiji and diamonds the same thing
Scope on that bitch it got good aim
Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance
Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell
45 pints, all of it Wock, came through the mail

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty
And I came alone, but I left with your shawty
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad
I know these niggas, they ain’t crying
Run up the check ’til my feet crying
And I blow bands in the weekend
Drippin’ the water, the deep end
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I, him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & Halsey]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince (you know?)

[Chorus: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & Halsey]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, or they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together), fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy) if we was to sever
You know? We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich, you know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, Jeffrey, Hendrixx, Wizard, ah
Dripset, dripset, dripset got the whole lit, wet, lit, wet, ooh
Slime, [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 1: Future]
I was just sittin’ in the Bentley (yeah)
I got some Monica Lewinsky (I got some Monica)
I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi (I’m goin’ crazy)
I cannot trap in the Hemi (I cannot trap)
I’m stickin’ the wheel like Remmy (I’m stickin’ the wheel)
I got more syrup than Denny’s (I got more syrup)
We hit the [?] with Lenux (we hit the [?])
Cookin’ the dope like a chemist
My brothers, ain’t none but some menace
Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute
I’m a rock star, John Lennon
Got my doors up, no pretendin’
My Aventador ain’t rented
The big Lambo look extended
Racks on me, I admit it
Gold on me like Olympics
Diamond gold an Atlantic
Hottest nigga in the planet
Uzi on me and a cannon
Swangin’ through, panoramic
Got a call, major damage
Freed my dogs, more Xanax
YSL, hang with gang bangers
Hope them niggas understand me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Shottas, let that shit hang like a rasta
Play with that bread and we toast you
I’m a big blood like my partner
We do not play with imposters
We don’t talk to ’em, we knock ’em off
And we gon’ kiss all your partners, yeah
We gon’ fuck over your roster, yeah
And I’m still screamin’ free Roscoe, yeah
She suck me up with a waffle, yeah
I beat it up like a boss do, yeah
Uh, don’t take it personal (no, no)
Double R, with the stars and the Wraith
Bentley trunk outside, right now

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Outro: Future]
DJ Eskimo city

[Intro: Future]
DJ EscoMoeCity
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 1: Future]
Pockets stretched out like I got a barrel on me
I’m so Pluto, out of reach, can’t come close to me
YSL, breathing air, boy I bleed with them
Gun smoke in the air
Blow that heat with them
All my life I been a hustler and I showed you
I got 10 whips outside and they showed you
I put a Rover in the pot and took it global
I get a whip [?] out come fully loaded
I got some money, bought medallions
That bitch so bad we call her stallion
Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam
Fucked up your budget on one stone
You get so rich they try to treat you like a outsider
I ran it up, they try to find a way to criticize it
[?], juug and take it and I forgot about it
I became a legend in the streets there ain’t no spit around me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper
Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you
All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em
I would love me too but still I can not save ’em
I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta
I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya
I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby
I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby
And I’m like ooh I ain’t here to talk I came to fuck you
I know you just wanna have fun ooh
Well I got a plug with me, yeah
And I got a thug with me, yeah
And he got a drum on him like, ooh
Nigga wit a hoodie and a gun, ooh
I know you don’t wanna be the one, ooh
Oh it’s a dub for ’em, yeah
Put up a dub in ’em, yeah
Came out the mud on ’em, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
Mm, let me hide your sulf mm
Know a nigga with a nose ring
Now we’re sitting in the nose bleeds
I showed you and you show me
It’s time to feed my whole team
If you’re starving you don’t know me
Take care of my mother, brother, all my nieces, aunties
To spend your cap, no cap, no Don C
I ain’t the type to call the police
He lick the pussy with the codeine
The only time I let him OD
Die for me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Rand it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Tell everything but the truth, get nothin’ but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, can’t put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes
I drip, I need an award
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I’m on a high horse
YSL, got none’ but Hi-Tunes, we kill ’em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can’t lose, I’m tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Man bag, guns in ’em
Track pants, run in ’em
Gorilla glue, Godzilla
We don’t fuck with no nigga
How you want that Saint Laurent bag and you ain’t suckin’ no dick
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
Fuck that shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?
None of my niggas, want to party
Them young niggas want to catch a body
We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of thots
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell that ho like hell no
Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don’t know
If they out they won’t say shit
‘Cause he know he gon’ get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin’
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Intro: Young Thug & Ralo]
Blue hundreds on me, ooh
Yeah, Fam…Goon!
YSL and Famgoon, hey
Every night, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Every time you see me, you gon’ think you seen a million dollars
Every nigga ever tried to shit, I swear I seen the matter
Everything I do is for the team, and everybody seen
Don’t ask me ’bout ho shit, that shit there is not a lead
You know what I mean when I told you you mean the world to me
You know I stay clean ’cause every time you know they notice me
Pockets full of green, we gon’ fuck up every night, yeah
I didn’t have a thing, now I got my bread right, yeah
Just because I got money, that shit don’t wash away my problems
I’ll only be honest when I don’t talk about my partners
And they’ll never say my name if they ain’t sayin’ good about him
I gave back to the hood and now the whole hood got him

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I made it to places they said I couldn’t go
They hated before, I know they hate me more
I made my enemy my brother ’cause he ain’t nothing like them suckers
If they ain’t with us then it’s fuck ’em
And tell them ducks we’ll pluck ’em
I never went against the grain, I do this shit for the game
They do this shit for the fame, I gave this shit everything
I never ask for them problems, we go to war with the mobsters
I don’t fuck with them crabs, I’m allergic to lobsters
If you leave I won’t miss you, I don’t have nothing against you
Don’t you take this offensive, wasting time expensive
I don’t walk in the club unless they cut me a check
I don’t walk out the ring until they show me respect, I won

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Riding with the Famgoon
I heard she went to Cancun
Fuckin with the Famgoon
End up in the Rikers room, umm
Playing with the slimeball
You tryna have a slime behind the wall
I see you trying with the slimeball
I know you want see us behind the wall, yeah

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

[Hook 1: Young Thug]
Lil’ one
I want to know, how you feelin’ lil’ one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin’ lil’ one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

[Post-Hook 1: Young Thug]
How are you feelin’ lil one, how you feelin’ lil’ one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
How are you feelin’ lil’ one, how you feelin’ lil’ one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
I wanna know, how you feel lil’ one
Tell me just, how you feel lil’ one
Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me)

[Bridge 1: Young Thug]
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me (I’m listenin’)
I just want you to tell me (go ‘head)
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that I’ma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie, oh
We might just stroll, we ain’t tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I’m like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
I’m not talkin’ bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)

[Hook 2: Young Thug]
How you feel lil’ one?
I wanna know just, how you feel lil one
Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil’ one
How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin’?
How you feelin’, how you feelin’, just, how you feel

[Post-Hook 2: Young Thug]
I just want you to feel it
Blood. just want you to feel it
YSL, want you to feel it
Please
Baby girl, I wanna feel it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo’ body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga screamin’, "free Pibb" like I’m giving away soda
I don’t really talk, but I been said, "I told ya"
I’m ridin’ with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw)
I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang)
It’s a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah
Tell me, how you feel, nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real
Show you, how we dealin’, nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illy niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s bang-bang and chop-chop
It’s Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s Cash Money, it’s Rich Gang, it’s YSL
We kill niggas, for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil’ soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie

[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I